Totem Realm Novels & Stories

Gabe squealed in delight and jumped on Andrew’s back. I looked at Jack confused. I didn’t understand what he meant. “What do you mean other realm?” I asked and Jack turned to me. “There are special realms around this world, but you have to know where to find them and get in them. There are not many, but they exist.” I nodded and watched him walk towards the camp. I was glad to hear that we were going. There was no definite deal that I would get any answers, but I had hope. My necklace had to have some significance to it.

The Realm The Realm is made up of various races, beings, and creatures. There are vampires, werewolves, elves, merefolks, humans, magicians, sorcerers, and seemingly extinct dragons, among others. Every race has its territory, ruled by its chosen leaders. Vampires have their own rulers, and so do elves, merefolks, and so on. As a result, moving from one place to the other results in sudden changes in rules, laws, experiences, dangers, and so on. No singular race or person is the supreme ruler of the realm.

Niamh looked desperately for the King. "Keep riding!" Niamh ordered. "Don't stop!" Ithril turned to his warriors and they proceeded along the river, Niamh and Taron went to the right as Lord Beluar's warriors stayed in the center. She nodded to each before movement caught her attention. There was a thundering of a hundred waterfalls, and as Niamh watched Elves began to spill forth from the surrounding forests. All her summons had been answered. The Elven realms had rallied behind their queen.

"What immortal regions?" "The sea region,” Adrian said. “We can transfer the islands from these regions into our small world aboard the Immortal Ark, filling it with seawater. We can harvest everything from these ocean areas—seaweed, fish, and shrimp. Each island naturally maintains internal balance, growing and shrinking on its own. Why limit ourselves to the mainland immortals’ perspective? It's crucial to move all Mythria's species to ensure the ark world’s balance and truly replicate Mythria. These islands are like miniature Mythrias, right? So, we'll spend twenty years relocating celestial veins, celestial mines, plants, birds, insects, and fish to individual islands, which we'll design

She could feel them—not as bodies, but as Flickers in the distance. "They have been re-assigned," the White Wolf sneered. "A God has no need for 'Teammates.' They have been placed in the Constellation-Brackets. If you want them back, you have to win the Tournament of Totems." Suddenly, the starlight shifted. Four pillars of light erupted from the nebula, and within them, Elara saw her brothers. But they weren't the humans she had just held on the streets of New York. They had been Refined.

Eldric stepped forward and a faint sound of ash hissed beneath his feet, “It’s a realm that was built for protection from our kind.” Caleb tilted his head to the side, “From werewolves?” Eldric nodded and without turning around, he further explained, “Millennia ago, after winning almost every major battle against vampires, werewolves had started taking their powers more seriously. Soon, the quest turned into greed to rule every creature in the world. Elves were their first target. They started attacking their land and making them prisoners. Elves go by their words so werewolves used to torture them until they agreed to take an oath to live as werewolves’ servants. Of course, this couldn’t go

Eva's POV The last few weeks had passed quickly, the days had been merging as time flew by. We celebrated Torey's birthday last week before he and Elijah left to visit a bordering pack yesterday morning. Torey had informed me that the Alpha wanted to discuss a potential share of land which we owned between both packs. Torey was debating the idea since it would bring in business for our pack wolves as the land that he wanted a share was in part of our town. Where many of our wolves owned restaurants, shops, and cafes.

When he was a child, he never got to spend time like this with his parents. Up until 10 years ago, The Devos Province was at war with the Dauntless Province, they were the strongest of the great 6. Their Grand Elder Dauntless MoonJade had stepped down and went into permanent retreat, as most people at the peak of the Thorium Realm did. It was a last-ditch effort to surpass the Thorium Realm in order to live longer. There was a Legend passed down from ancient times that there was a Realm above the Thorium Realm, over the years it came to be referred to as the Emerald Realm.

Chapter One hundred and Forty One The next day the shamy comes back with Scott and found the lake glowing with silver color, with her still inside asleep which surprised even the shaman due to the fact that it has never happened before now, but he swallowed his surprise and did the necessary incantation and them the forces holding her released her and she landed on the floor, and something funny happy , the ground turned to the natural way, and the shaman laughed and told them that the hidden realm has accepted Thier passage , he brought out a map that has in x 's where the 7 monuments are located.

The lid has been pried off. I look inside and the first thing I see is the bone. It’s a totem. The air in the tent seems to drop ten degrees. I know this symbol. Every child in Silvercrest knows this symbol. It’s the bogeyman. It’s the story told around fires to keep pups from wandering too far into the woods. A jagged, open maw. Redmaw. I reach out and pick it up. It feels heavy. Greasy. “What is this doing here?” Marcus asks, squeezing into the tent behind me. He sees the totem and curses softly.